To prevent the branch factions from slipping out of control, the headquarters always had many demands for them.
Fang Zhiyi suddenly laughed, So, Faction Leader, you have already considered it, have you not?
The old man was quite pleased with Fang Zhiyi's form of address. Looking at the young man before him, he said, I do not know your background, but from your eyes, I can tell you have ambition, just like me when I was young. He suddenly struck out, tapping Fang Zhiyi's chest. At such a close distance, Fang Zhiyi did not even have time to react before feeling a wave of numbness. He could not even lift his hands.
The old man placed his hand over Fang Zhiyi's heart, and after a moment, he sighed, Your meridians are severed. Otherwise, with your reflexes, you might have become a first-rate martial arts master in the future. What a pity.
He stood up. Our Heaven-Shrouding Sect has always followed the principle of acting as one pleases, but in recent years, since the new Cult Master took power, the sect has gradually lost its true flavor. It is fine here since we are just a branch faction meant to draw enemy fire, but over at the headquarters, everyone is in a state of panic. The Cult Master trusts treacherous villains. I am afraid the Heaven-Shrouding Sect's days are numbered.
Fang Zhiyi felt the sensation in his body slowly returning.
This was inevitable. The so-called acupoint sealing was merely using internal energy to strike the acupoints, causing a temporary neural block. The kind that froze people completely was not acupoint sealing; it was magic.
I am old, so it does not matter. But all these people here need to live. I just want to find a way out for them while I am still alive.
He turned around, his eyes shining brightly. He no longer looked like the confused old fool from before.
I do not know what you want, but if what you say next does not satisfy me, I will not play along with you anymore. His withered body erupted with an imposing aura. You are very dangerous.
Fang Zhiyi looked at him and also slowly stood up. What I want to do does not conflict with what you want to do. I just want to make things better, to return certain things to the way they should be.
And so?
Fang Zhiyi suddenly laughed. In the martial world, besides the demonic cults, the orthodox sects, and the common people, what else is there?
The old man looked at Fang Zhiyi's smiling face, the corner of his eye twitching slightly.
The Imperial Court.
Fang Zhiyi smiled cunningly. Since we cannot do it ourselves, we might as well pull the Imperial Court in to do it together.
The old man also laughed. I thought you might have some brilliant insight. Do you think the Imperial Court would cooperate with people like us? On what grounds? His hand slowly raised, four fingers pressed together. This old man originally thought you would say something useful. It seems I expected too much.
Seeing that the old man was about to attack him, Fang Zhiyi chuckled lightly. Actually, I am here to negotiate a deal with you.
Wang Ergou was a bit anxious. He kept feeling like he had done something wrong. Should he not have brought that kid back?
Looking at the tightly closed door, he paced back and forth until the door opened, and Fang Zhiyi walked out with his arm around the Branch Leader's shoulders.
He was dumbfounded.
What? You are going to take the imperial examinations??? Wang Ergou looked at Fang Zhiyi, who shared a room with him, his face full of question marks.
Fang Zhiyi nodded. Yeah, I am awesome like that.
No, brother, did the Branch Leader beat your brains out? We are a demonic cult! A demonic cult! He was a bit agitated, as the whole thing sounded ridiculous. Let alone a demonic cult, who in the martial world would run off to take the imperial exams? Instead of being a proper cult member, you are going to take the imperial exams? Are you not afraid of getting struck by lightning?
Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath, fighting down the urge to beat him up. You do not understand. Remember, only you and I know about this. If you breathe a word of it... Fang Zhiyi made a throat-slitting gesture.
Wang Ergou covered his mouth, but could not hold it in. Does the Branch Leader not know?
Fang Zhiyi sighed. This guy was a good person, but his brain really did not seem to work too well.
In any case, Fang Zhiyi set off the next day, and Wang Ergou was assigned to follow him.
The Branch Leader was still watching them from afar. Wang Ergou felt a bit uneasy. No, are you really going to take the exams? Do you even know how to read?
Fang Zhiyi ignored him.
Watching the two figures recede into the distance, a guardian asked, Branch Leader, this person's origins are suspicious. Are we really just letting him leave?
He still held a grudge over the kick to the groin he received yesterday.
What is there to fear? I am very interested in the proposal he made... The old man watched the two silhouettes disappear and clapped his hands. Also, from now on, call me Faction Leader.
Yes, Branch Leader.
...
Xue'er! Hurry! Two men dragged a half-dead man back into the courtyard. Jiang Xue rushed forward nervously. How is my brother?
Nothing serious, he just suddenly had another episode and killed several people. Brother Xiao and I barely managed to subdue him.
A woman in yellow ran out, her eyes full of worry and affection as she looked at Gu Cheng.
No one is chasing you, right?
Xiao Yidan nodded. Do not worry, I handled it. I set the scene on fire.
Hurry and help him inside, I will go brew the medicine, Meng Xiaodie urged.
Jiang Xue watched her older brother being carried into the house. That so-called Thousand-Year Tai Sui did not work at all!
It is alright, Xiaoxue, there will be a way. As long as we are all together, we will figure something out, Meng Xiaodie comforted her.
Jiang Xue glanced at her and nodded gently.
So what you are saying is, you joined our Heaven-Shrouding Sect just for money? Wang Ergou finally sorted out his thoughts but still found it unbelievable. Brother, tell me, are you from the Beggars' Sect?
Fang Zhiyi smiled. The most crucial thing for taking the imperial exams is money. Whether it is for registration, finding a guarantor, or basic living expenses, what does not cost money? That Faction Leader of yours, surnamed Zuo, could figure it out. Risking a bit of loose silver to gamble on a future, if it were you, would you not take that bet?
Wang Ergou pondered this. I do not get it, and I cannot wrap my head around it. We are people of the martial world, why would we go take some imperial exams? It is too embarrassing.
Anyway, just follow me. Your mission is to keep a close eye on me, is it not?
Wang Ergou smiled awkwardly. You really are smart. When the Branch Leader gave me my orders, he said to watch you...
Fang Zhiyi returned to the original owner's hometown, Yangcheng. He just took Wang Ergou for a stroll around his dilapidated home, greeted a few neighbors in passing, and then headed straight for the old scholar's house on the street.
The servant opened the door and was initially surprised to see Fang Zhiyi, then habitually waved his hand. There is no work for you. I thought you died out there. Go away, go away.
Wang Ergou was immediately displeased. Why are you being so rude, you rascal?
Looking at the broad-shouldered and thick-waisted Wang Ergou, and the short blade at his waist, the servant suddenly felt afraid. What they feared most were these so-called martial artists. A single disagreement and they would really hack people down, then run away, and the authorities would not be able to catch them.
Fang Zhiyi stepped in front of Wang Ergou and bowed slightly. Please pass a message to Scholar Li for me. I have important matters to discuss with him in detail.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
